Just a recap for those who don't know, I work a few jobs. Retail movie wenching being one of them.
99% of my coworkers at Blockbuster know that I strip. Hell, most of them have come in and hung out with me at work. It's all groovy. One manager in particular goes to clubs a lot, now that we've broken his SC cherry!
He's very quiet, very shy... but he has fun getting dances. Yay for him for finally learning to cut loose a lil.
So the other day I'm working with yet another manager, who happens to hang out with said shy manager frequently. Here's how the conversation went:
Manager: "So you heard that _____ almost got suckered out of his cash right?"
Me: "Buh?"
Manager: "Yeah he was over at yer club the other day and he did his usual getting lots of dances thing. So these two dancers hung out with him all night. At the end of the night they asked him if he wanted to hang out after work!"
Me: "Right on, about time he actually hung out with girls... wait... what's this about cash then?"
Manager: "Yeah they went to his place and THEN they told him that it would cost him a hundred each to sleep with them!"
Me: ......
Manager: *dying laughing*
Me: ..... "That's... that's.... First of all, that's stupidly cheap. Why the fuck would you want to sleep with random guy for what you can make at that club in 5 songs? Sheesh. And second... EW! Hookers at my club! AUGH!"
So now my brain is broken. Not only does my crew at the store think funny of the club I work at now, but damn..... a hundred? When you can make so much more there? Gods has it gotten THAT bad since I've been out of work there?
Guh.




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